Lingyue looked at the white snow under the tower. The person she cared about the most in her life was him, and the person she hated the most was him. She stood in the wind and hummed the first song. She took off her cloak and fell alone in the snow, stained red. When she met him, it was in a piece of white snow. When she finally chose to leave him, she was still in a piece of white snow. She just didn't want to rape him.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
